Today we went to Spruce Meadows. It's very, very British there, and along with perfectly manicured lawns, rich ladies on beautiful horses, tons of sculpture and flowers and Frank Sinatra blasting from loudspeakers, we got a reminder that in fact, we are still in Calgary.
The mating call of the over-confident. Or maybe it's something else entirely, I can't really figure out what's going on here. The puffy white globby guy, the German tourist sandals, the befuddled ginger with the provocative shirt...it all adds up to COMIC EXPO.
I woke up to loud thumpings and rumblings. Having lived in Seattle for over a decade, my first thought was "EARTHQUAKE!" But no, it was just the strange, tiny house across the street being glomped by a yellow monster.